The years rolled slowly past and I found myself alone. Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends, I found myself further and further from my home.

I was a runner, a failed quarterback, third-string quarterback, but in track I was a 2-miler.

Like a rock, standing arrow straight. Like a rock, charging from the gate.

When you have kids, you start thinking about their future and you forget about yours.

To a brighter light, to a promised land, you can feel the power, of the master's hand.

I guess I lost my way, there were so many roads. I was living to run, and running to live, never worried about paying or even how much I owed.

One victim lives in tragedy, another victim stops to stare, and still another walks on by pretending not to see